MISSING….

This is the stage of missing
When it’s time to fly out for fledglings
No more fun-frolic, laughing & dancing
No time for the wonderful bonding..

This is a stage of missing
When there is no more love & caring
It’s just, ‘Ohh! Will you stop cribbing?’
Or the softer ‘Please stop nagging’..

This is the stage of missing
The lovelorn looks, the hands holding
Each other, the youthful stroking
And just pure, selfless love engulfing..

This is the stage of missing
The comforting & solacing
The murmurs & the whisperings
The mute dialogues & eye to eye conversing..

This is the stage of missing
The shared hot cuppas of the morning
The meaningful strolls in the evenings
But alas! Now this holds no meaning…

This is the time of missing
The childish bantering
The chitter chattering
The little feet pitter pattering..

This is the time of missing
The playfulness & new beginnings
The learnings & fresh findings
The immense pure love & misgivings…

This is the time of missing
But also the time for fresh tidings
Of new mornings & happy evenings
So I try to change into something full of meaning

This is the time of missing
That I am trying & changing
To fresh painted memories endearing
Egging me on to a fruitful living
Guiding me on to a path treading
Forward loving, caring, trusting, hoping
And giving, giving & happily giving.


Madhumita